Title: Inevitabile

Author: sitarra

Email: all okay

Classification: Alternate Universe, S

Keywords: MSR

Rating: R (to play it safe for future chapters)

Spoilers: none

Summary: Are they truly destined to meet no matter what? MSR

Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters are sole property to the people who play them, Chris Carter, and FOX. You could try to sue, but you wouldn't get anything.

A/N: I wanted to give a story like this a shot, so here it is. And in this story, Mulder has no partner. You'll see why in later chapters.

Progress: In progress


June 3, 1998


Fox Mulder didn't know what hit him. He stepped into the autopsy bay expecting an old man. Instead he saw a gorgeous red head dressed head to toe in scrubs. He took a deep breath before swinging the door open.

Dana Scully looked up when she heard the door open. She was still a little pissed off at the powers that be for calling her in at five in the morning to do an autopsy that couldn't wait. It wasn't enough that she had finished the last of her autopsies at midnight from the mass killing but now it was like she was the only pathologist on the job. But as she got a good look at the man in the doorway, she let her problems go down the drain.

The man approached her, his hand outstretched. "Hi, thanks for coming in so early. I'm Fox…"

"Fox Mulder," she said, taking his hand. She jumped slightly when their hands touched. It was sheer electricity. "It's nice to finally put a face with the name."

"You've heard of me?" he asked incredulous. "Might I ask where?"

She shrugged it off, letting go of his hand reluctantly. "The academy mostly, years ago. And occasionally I fall victim to gossip around this place."

"So I guess you know all about me then."

"I find that I can't trust what people say unless I hear both sides, Agent Mulder," she corrected him, her voice growing soft.

"Then maybe I should tell you my side sometime." He threw her a charming smile and she couldn't help but melt. "Only I still don't know your name."

'This is insane. I'm flirting in the morgue,' she screamed at herself. But she still found herself responding, "Dana Scully."

He smiled at her again and she felt her knees weaken. "It's nice to meet you, Dana Scully."

"How about we get started now?" she suggested. He nodded agreement and followed her to where the body lay.

"I did the general autopsy since I had no instruction to go further but if need be I will," she told him. She picked up the noted she had jotted down and began to recite them to him.

"Upon first look, I had thought cause of death was the gunshot wound to the abdomen but upon examining further, he died from the sudden loss of blood to his brain from a cause I have yet to determine."

She received no response of any kind from her male companion. She looked up from the clip board to find his deep brown eyes staring at her.

"Are you gonna stare all day or are we going to finish this by sunrise?"

Mulder smiled at her attitude. "I'm sorry. Did you x-ray the body?"

"No, we don't do that unless a note is with the body."

"I would really appreciate if it could be done." He gave her a pouting look. Now she knew why all the women in the building swooned at his name.

"You'll have to wait a few more hours. I'm not the one that does that."

He sighed thoughtfully. He didn't want to part from her presence. He wanted to know more about her, to know anything about her.

"Then I guess I'll be back later. Will you still be here?"

She tried unsuccessfully to hide a smile. "During my regular hours, yes."

"And what would your regular hours be?"

"Eight to eight, twelve hour shifts unless there's any reason for longer."

"Then I will see you in," he glanced down at his watch, "three and a half hours."

She smiled widely at him. "I'll see you then."

He slowly stepped backwards to the door, his eyes not leaving contact with hers.

Something told her she was going to be seeing a lot of him in the near future.


Two days later


Mulder tapped his pencil against his expense report impatiently. He looked up at the wall clock for the tenth time in the last minute. He swore he could hear it from his position across the room. Every second that passed by was mocking him, testing his will power.

He turned his focus back to the report. The numbers turned to glyphs and the words might as well have been a different language.

"Forget it," he said out loud to himself. He threw his pencil down onto the desk and briskly stood up. He made his way for the door.

"Only for a few minutes," he reminded himself. "Then I'll get back to work."



Dana looked away from her notes when she heard a knock on the door. She called out for them to enter and was pleasantly surprised when she saw who it was.

"What are you doing down here, Agent Mulder? Another autopsy needed so soon?"

He smiled at her sheepishly. "No, it's too soon. I'm working on my paperwork now. No, I just thought I'd stop by in between pages." He stepped in further, shoving his hands in his pockets. "See how you were doing. You doing okay?"

"I'm doing just fine, Agent Mulder," she said gently, smiling at his nervousness. "How are you doing?"

"Just Mulder, please. Sometimes you can only take so much of that 'Agent' crap in one day. Other than that I'm doing pretty good. A little bored, though."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "So you came down to the morgue?"

He took on a shy expression. "Well, I don't care much for the location but it's the company that's appealing."

Dana was speechless for a moment. There was no way in hell this could be happening. Arguably the most good-looking man in the bureau and he was flirting with her, of all people. Yet why did she feel herself turning on Ice Queen Mode?

"Mulder, let me stop you before you go further. If you're looking to flirt, there are plenty of other women here that will gladly do so."

"No," he interrupted quickly, "no, that's not why I'm here at all. I was in the mood for stimulating conversation and I was hoping you'd be available."

He looked at her hopefully. "Are you?" he stepped closer to her. He was drawn to her, he couldn't explain the connection. He knew he'd never felt this with anyone. He could only hope she felt even a fraction of what he did.

"I'm available," he smiled broadly at that. "But only for five minutes. I do have work to do."

"Perfect. I wouldn't want to tie up your day."

"Why do I not believe that?" she muttered to herself. She settled at her desk, her eyes staying on him. "What stimulating conversation are you looking for?"

"Well, I kinda wanted to learn more about you."

Dana leaned forward in her seat. "And that's stimulating?"

"It is to me."

"And why should I tell you about myself?"

"Because then it won't seem so weird when I tell you about myself."

Mulder gave her a cheeky grin, one that she answered with a wide smile of her own. His breath caught when he heard her sweet laughter.

"Now I get why all the women swoon just talking about you. But I still don't understand why."

He placed a hand over his heart. "I think I've just been insulted."

"Iknow you've just been insulted."

His mouth gapped open. She just laughed more. He didn't bother to look hurt; instead he enjoyed her sense of humor. He didn't know why people called her the Ice Queen; she was far from it. She had a warm presence once she warmed up to a person.

"What do you want to know?" Dana asked him in a quiet voice. His smile seemed to be glued on his face.

"Anything. What's your favorite color?"

"My favorite color?" she repeated.

"Yeah, sometimes you can tell a lot about a person based on their favorite color."

She pondered for a moment. "Blue."

"Really? Mine, too. Have any siblings?"

"I have three. An older brother and sister and a younger brother."

"Wow, full house. What do you parents do?"

"My father is a sea captain, almost retired. My mother doesn't work. With four kids, and a husband at sea most of the time, it was hard."

"I can imagine. Do you stick with just pathology or do you venture out?"

She paused for a second. "Have you already looked at my file or are these just random questions?"

"I swear," he held up his hands in innocence, "I haven't looked at any file. Not yet at least. I'm just curious."

She scrutinized him for a long moment. She could see the sincerity in his eyes and what beautiful eyes they were. They were dark brown… or were they green? Whatever they were, they were deep. She could practically drown in them. She had to look away in fear he could tell everything she was thinking at that exact moment.

"I've, uh, I've been through the Academy and filed training. Occasionally I help out personally with local cases. Every once in a while, I help out with national cases."

"Ooh, multi-talented."

"Why do you want to know?" she pressed on.

He turned shy. Women always did that to him. "For future reference. If I ever need help with a case."

A puzzled looked formed on her face. He wanted to work with her? Well, it made a little sense. He was flirting with her. She had to look away from him again when her eyes met his. She caught sight of her watch.

"It appears your five minutes are up." She looked up to see his smile fall. He looked so sad.

Mulder began to stand. "Can I come back tomorrow?'

"I don't know, can you?" she joked in attempt to relieve the tension that had come over the room. It worked. He cracked a smile at her. "Yes, you can. I take a break every day at this time."

"Good, good. I'll be here then."



Dana shut off her bedside lamp and settled snuggly under the covers. The moon light was coming through her open window as was a gentle breeze. She was grateful it wasn't humid outside.

She closed her eyes and tried to relax but her mind was going into overload. She couldn't get Mulder off her mind.

She couldn't explain it but there was something… intriguing about him. She still couldn't believe he actually wanted to talk to her. What was so interesting about her?

She couldn't get him off her mind. She even dreamt about him that night.


Continued in next chapter